Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2002 04:26:55 +0000
From: vT3c 59
Subject: My Love, Corey 6
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My Love, Corey 6
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JOHN'S POV
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I got about 3 hours of sleep the whole night, and at about 3 o'clock in the
morning, Corey just finished shooting another load and he lay down, after
about 20 minutes of awkward silence, he finally breaks the silence and
whispered something.
"John, why did it turned out to be like this, we could've end up together,
set up a family, and live happily ever after" he said
I didn't say anything, I didn't anything to say to him, I despite him, and I
hate him for what he did, and I will never forgive him.
"Please John, I know what I did was wrong, but you gotta understand. I've
gone crazy the last month about you, I even stabbed Kerry, and was sent to
the mental hospital. In that dreaded place, there was not one day that I
didn't think and cry when I thought about you" he said "And I did all these
unforgettable things the past day was uncontrollable by me, it was
desperation" he said "I hope you understand"
"...There's nothing TO understand. You see, the moment you put that ring on
Lana's hand, was the moment you trashed me, and ruin my life forever, BUT I
found someone that was generous, and he recycled me, and made me his own, so
you see, I have forgotten you" I said
"I...I...I...I don...don't know what to say, I'm sorry that all this turns out this
way, I'm really sorry" he said, walking off to the bathroom "I'm sorry John,
but I think someone is waiting for you at the hospital, please, go and make
him a happy man, and just forget about me" Corey said
"I already have" I said, under my breath, but I knew Corey heard me, and I
knew I said something to harsh, but I didn't care.
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When I got to the hospital, I immediately flew to Richy's room.
"John? John!" he cried out "Are you ok?" he asked with a concern look "Did
that fucker do anything to you" he asked
"Relax, Relax, he didn't lay his hand on me (lying, I didn't want to worry
him)" I said
"...Ok..." he said
"Just relax, and rest" I said, stroking his forehead...as he slowly fell into
a slumber, and as for me, I rested my head on the bed, and fell as sleep
also, not too long after that.
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It has been a month now since the incident. Richy is doing better than ever,
and today was our last day in California. I know that Richy had school, but
we decided that it was too risky for him to stay any longer, so I had him
transfer to a university in D.C. And as for Corey, I heard he still hadn't
gotten over me, and still not doing very good. We were on our way to the
airport, when I noticed that I ran out of cash, and decided to stop by the
nearest bank and withdraw some cash. And to my utmost surprise, I met Corey
on the way in. I saw him, but I tried to ignore him, and so did he. We were
inside, I was waiting in line until it was my turn to be serviced, when the
door busted open, and some guys with masks entered, I immediately knew this
was a bank robbery.
"Get you're fucking hands on the fucking floor or I'll blow your brains out"
one yelled out loudly
Everyone got frightened and immediately dropped to the floor and put the
hand over their head, not wanting to get hurt, I did the same thing. There
were 3 of them. One carrying an automatic hand gun, while the other two,
both having a Glock.
"Now, I need one brave volunteer to go and collect daddy's money" he said
"Let's see who's the lucky one" he said, standing next to me
"You're fine" he said, pulling me by the shirt
I stood up, he handing me the back, and have his gun pointed at my head.
"Now, don't you pull any stunts super man, or you'll be sorry" he said
"Now, go and fill up this fucking bag with moo-lah for "muoa" he said
I stood up, walked slowly to each window, while they load the money, I could
feel each and every single sweat rolled down my neck
"HURRY THE FUCK UP AND LOAD THEM BITCH!" he said, yelling at the woman that
was loading my bag, she jumped, and sped up. 1, 2, 3 out of 5 windows were
done for, 2 more to go. The guy with the automatic hand gun have backed
down, but his eyes were still on me. I gave the worker a little wink, and
shake my head a little, to give her a sign to sound the alarm, and I soon
regret that, all I heard was a BAM!!! And I knew he had fire a shot at me,
but to my surprise, I didn't feel anything, I looked back, and Corey was on
the ground, holding his hand up to his stomach, and groaning.
"Corey!!!" I yelled out
I quickly threw the money bag up in the air, which the fucker fell for and
he started jumping up and down to catch every sheet of money that was
flying, I quickly ran towards him, quickly threw a punch, that knocked him
out, and took his gun, and shot the other 2. After I was finished, I ran
back to check on Corey.
"Corey! Corey! Somebody call the cops!!!!!" I yelled out. I looked up, saw
that Richy was running in towards me.
"John! Are you ok?" he said, running up to me
"Yeah, but he isn't" I said pointing to Corey
"What is this fucker doing here?" Richy asked
"I saw him when I came in here, we didn't talk, but when the robbers came
in, I was chosen to collect the money, but when I tried to sound the alarm,
he shot me, and Corey took the shot for me" I said
"Damn" he said, running off to call the cops. I started standing up, but I
was pulled back by Corey
"Just relax, the medics are coming" I said
"John, please, stay here, for my last words" he said
"Corey! Don't say that, you'll make it" I said (I hated him for what he did
to me, but I'm not heartless)
"Please John, just listen to me. I want you to know that you're the best
thing that happened to me. Knowing you for the last 10 years were such a
great experience for me. And now, it is my time, the angel of death has
claimed me, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it. I just have some
final things to ask you. First; Please forgive me for what I did. Second;
Ask for Richy's forgiveness for me and lastly; 70 years from now, when it is
your turn, and when you're buried, can I ask that I could be buried next to
you?" he asked
"What...Corey! This is non-sense!!" I yelled at him
"No, John, is that a yes or no" he said, with a "ugh" and I started
breathing hard, his breathe was gaining weight as the clock ticked on. I
didn't want to disappoint him, so I agreed "There's nothing else in the
world that I can ask for, just like the last 10 years John, you've done so
much for me, and I haven't go the chance to repay you" he said
"Shut up!" I said
"Please John, could you read one of the poems that you made that you never
allowed me to read in your drawer?" he asked
"I asked God for a flower, he gave me a bouquet"
"I asked God for a minute, he gave me a day"
"I asked God for true love, he gave me that too"
"I asked for an angel and he gave me you"
("I asked God" From John Raine)
"I guess this is good bye then John. This life we didn't make it together, I
hope the next life, we will live happily ever after. Until then..." he said,
giving me a smile, and closing his eyes
I look down in depression. Although I vowed to hate this man for the rest of
my life, but he was the one that saved my life from peril. I began to
shuffle through all the beautiful memories I had obtain with Corey over the
years, and to my surprise, a tear came running down my face, and landed on
Corey's.
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It has been 10 years since that incident, and now I live in West Virginia
with Richy. A family had been brought up in our average-class home. I have a
3 year old boy, and a 7 year old girl, adopted of course. Richy and I are
happily living our life. We have taken Corey's body here, and buried it
here. I visit his grave weekly, both Richy and I and our kids. We have long
forgotten the bitter day that happened long ago. We offered the grave a
special head stone, on the head stone, it read:
Corey Smith
Date of Birth: November 14th 1977
Day Departures: August 30th 2002
"History may choose to forget you, but we will never will"
*Picture is carved*
R. I. P.
And if my children ever happen to ask me who this man is, I would answer:
"He was the man that saved my life, he was "My Love, Corey"
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T.H.E. E.N.D.
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Any, and all comments or commands welcome at vt3c59@hotmail.com Thanks for
reading. I'm planning to write another story (not a sequel) And if you liked
this one a lot, check back in a while to read my next story! Hoped you
enjoyed, and again, Thanks for reading! Oh yeah, did I mention Corey's last
name to be "Smith" earlier in the story? I don't know...Oh well